Why I’m a Bitch

While I’m going to change everything, which includes my marital situation, I bear no ill will towards Poor Scotty.  And I’m not ready to make my move.  Financially it doesn’t work yet. I need to pick up at least two more clients before I can do anything.

So yesterday he emails me and asks that I send him his resume, "I think its time to start looking."  Poor Scotty works for my sister’s husband.  They are a cable contractor and typically make amazing money.  That is, when there is work.  While here in Virginia, Poor Scotty was a manager and got paid really well.  We’ve become accustom to that lifestyle and are currently maxed out.  So, they piss off the cable company here and quit working for them. I guess they figure they are so great that anyone would hire them.  Wrong, my brother-in-law, in my opinion has made some mistakes and I believe it has caused them to get a bad reputation. 

So, the company is not making the millions it was two years ago and they want to cut Poor Scotty’s wages by half. HALF!  If this happens, we will certainly have to *try* to sell the house and get a car that isn’t a payment of $800/month (which is fine with me, I hate to drive that big gas hog).

When Poor Scotty gets home, and if he decides to share what exactly prompted him to "start looking" I will have to remind him he is being paid a manager’s salary but he doesn’t look nor act like one.  If he’s as motivated at work as he is at home, they see a slug who makes too much money.  Hell, he can’t even manage to get a hair cut, how impressive must he be?

Anyway, I like to make a plan before I act when it comes to big life changes.  I’m afraid we will have to have "the talk" sooner than later. Ugh!

Oh…oh, I forgot to tell you that this is the brother-in-law who had a dream about me the night before a big gala that he wasn’t going to be at.  Calls me on my cell and asks if he’s on speaker.  I tell him no and this is what he says "I had a dream about you. Don’t dance on the tables tonight."  At this point I’m like "you called me to tell me not to dance on the tables?"  I’m not a dance on the tables kinda gal and I’m really confused at his weirdness, then it gets better "I don’t want the guys to see you naked before I do."  WTF??? What kind of stupid fucking moron are you?  This is totally inappropriate.  You are married to my sister, you are my husband’s boss, and I’m on the payroll too, genius.

Poor Scotty works about four hours from here and insists on coming home each weekend.  I really have no idea why he does this.  He could just as easily play solitaire on his computer from there.  It would save him eight hours on the road each week..  He could also skip giving me dirty looks all weekend. 

For example, he had a phone to his ear and was on his way out the patio door at the same time I was on my way in to grab a bag of bird food from the pantry right beside the patio door. He’s out and starts closing the door, I go to stop him and he looks at me like I’m in his way.  Excuse me, it shouldn’t be so hard for you to come out and me to go in.  Then I’m in quickly and grab the bird food, I’m on my way back out and he reaches back to close the door.  So I’m holding it open and the dork is looking at the top of the door to find out why it won’t close.  So I say ‘I’m holding it’ and he give me a dirty look.  Why was this a such negative exchange?  If this was anyone else, he could have just laughed and walked away.

He’s responsible for only one thing around the house, mowing the lawn.  Did he do it?  If he did I wouldn’t be bitching about it.  And you need to know that he actually does do nothing but play solitaire on this laptop all day and all night while hogging the remote control and watching either sports or old shows.  He’s done this solitaire thing for years, even the old fashioned way, with a real deck of cards.  This certainly says a lot. He will even take his plate in the living room to eat while the entire family eats in the dining room.  He goes out of his way to distance himself from the family and then has the nerve to say I don’t keep him in the loop.  Have you noticed that I don’t even talk to you?  When was the last time we had sex?

Here’s another good one, he’s got two cell phones, they are setting side by side and one of them is ringing and blinking.  Yes, you guessed it, he looks at the other one.   I told him it was his nextel, he said no it wasn’t it was this one.  Then looked at the nextel and said oh, it was.

We probably said seven things to each other the entire weekend.  Really the only time we talk is when we are talking about the little woman.  He’s a completely different person when he talks about her or is with her.